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letra de acquaintances - the woolly mammoth project

acquaintances i can’t quite remember, faces blend into one another
the names just won’t come but i know we’ve let loose together (at some point)
off to my meeting, step 3’s just not happening
i’m guarded but starting to learn to express things
i was never shown how to say, but taught to hide things away

pressure builds with no vent when the dust deflagrates a chain event
the families mourn the lost, they could have been saved by a broom and a mop
i guess it’s a lesson for next time, what else can it be? but a catalyst, post -n-lysis
codified in three years, well maybe four, it’s hidden between the ifs and the ors

chorus:
those acquaintances are rooting for you
close your eyes, deep breaths will pull you through
a temporary, momentary loss is all this ever was
you’re in good company with all the g*niuses

you’ve got to stay on top of these things, relapse is an option to which i give nothing
bring it down a notch when i’m up, learn that down is not too much
it’s tough to be mindful and recall the advice, cause my memory’s sh-t and i’m always enticed
to do more and more and create and deliver, but you’re always there to help me to carve out this river

i thought i knew it all, but that was only for a week or so. the brain’s a funny thing, it can sometimes be too powerful
i could say that i was embarr-ssed, but that isn’t true at all. i met a few in that wing who would never leave those halls
no more on-site smoking section, that was everything for some, it they took it away, how can healing begin?
still it was peaceful there, and when i reminisce, i could never do better than this

fight scene:
that face, i think i’ve seen it before
blue eyes, like the sky, something i can’t ignore
that face, it’s just so familiar
i think we had met over a game of billiards
should i say h-llo or stay on my own?
us humans, we’re not meant to be alone
but not everyone we meet is meant to stick around
a sea of people around me, i feel like i’ve drowned
sinking deeper and deeper, will i ever be found?
stuck in a loop like a merry-go-round
i want to ask who they are, and if i say “do i know you”, am i bizarre?
i don’t want to come off as awkward
and if i ask you, will you be bothered?
acquaintances, that’s what we have to deal with
being comfortable with everyone, to me that’s a myth

acquaintances, they come and go
but what’s constant is there’s always a tomorrow

- the woolly mammoth project

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